And it all
comes," she added softly, "of that one unselfish thought, of that one
self-denial for others."
VI. LITTLE GIRL'S CHRISTMAS WINNIFRED E. LINCOLN
WINNIFRED E. LINCOLN
It was Christmas Eve, and Little Girl had just hung up her stocking by
the fireplace--right where it would be all ready for Santa when he
slipped down the chimney. She knew he was coming, because--well,
because it was Christmas Eve, and because he always had come to leave
gifts for her on all the other Christmas Eves that she could remember,
and because she had seen his pictures everywhere down town that
afternoon when she was out with Mother.
Still, she wasn't JUST satisfied. 'Way down in her heart she was a
little uncertain--you see, when you have never really and truly seen a
person with your very own eyes, it's hard to feel as if you exactly
believed in him--even though that person always has left beautiful
gifts for you every time he has come.
"Oh, he'll come," said Little Girl; "I just know he will be here before
morning, but somehow I wish--"
"Well, what do you wish?" said a Tiny Voice close by her--so close that
Little Girl fairly jumped when she heard it.
"Why, I wish I could SEE Santa myself. I'd just like to go and see his
house and his workshop, and ride in his sleigh, and know Mrs.
Santa--'twould be such fun, and then I'd KNOW for sure.
Pages:
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
40
41
42
43
44
45
46
47
48
49
50
51
52
53
54
55
56
57